M. Ennenbach's vivid intersection of whispered and diamond sharp words results in thoughtful reflection and scarred wounds. His aim is true, and each poem reaches its apex as its beginning follows the path of its dynamic course.
"i tend a flower garden that grows across the cemetery of my mind where every interred corpse of peurile infatuation spins in six-foot vivisections"
I breathed that entire poem in whole. It left a curious indentation.